The sound of his exhalation is not missed nor the way he rises to slink towards her with skin changing to mimic her own. The deep red gaze widens slightly as he tucks against her and causing her to catch her breath. The woman had not expected this and her skin jumps momentarily but she offers the soft tender part of of her throat. He attempts to start again, an eerie and almost mechanical like smile fleeting across his dark lips before they split to rough the hair at her hip. She catches a the small groan that attempts in her throat but instead swats him rather coyly with the thickness of her tail across his nose as she looks over one crimson striped shoulder, red eyes dancing despite her best efforts to appear bored with him. "I guess I can't say no when you ask like that." She sniffs her response with a haunting smirk, satisfied to feel him give at her will, pleasure crossing her dark features as she turns to offer her full attention despite the chaos that swells around them. Epithet moves to close the space between them, nails carving out the soil in small terrines. Her red eyes glitter in the anticipation. "What do you have in mind? How should we pass the time?" She challenges with her eyes and the sway of her hips. She is curious as to what his motivation was. Would it be a frolicking romp? Perhaps a fight? She certainly could not see him attempting to bring her home to mama lime a dazed mouse in the mouth of a pussy cat but so far Wyrm has yet to lose her interest and so she waits, tail twitching as the red of their pelts seem to bleed under the silver gaze of the pregnant moon.
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
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07-17-2017, 01:00 AM
She can feel the weight of his glance cover her like a cloak. It is weighted and hungry as he seems to inspect her like a fascinating specimen, a fossil, an damp photograph found in the middle of the ocean. Epithet does not try to unravel him. She simply accepts the other shifter as he is as a whole. They are alike int he way they move, change, morph. It keeps others from looking too hard. It keeps the hungry hounds at bay. The sound of his exhalation is not missed nor the way he rises to slink towards her with skin changing to mimic her own. The deep red gaze widens slightly as he tucks against her and causing her to catch her breath. The woman had not expected this and her skin jumps momentarily but she offers the soft tender part of of her throat. He attempts to start again, an eerie and almost mechanical like smile fleeting across his dark lips before they split to rough the hair at her hip. She catches a the small groan that attempts in her throat but instead swats him rather coyly with the thickness of her tail across his nose as she looks over one crimson striped shoulder, red eyes dancing despite her best efforts to appear bored with him. "I guess I can't say no when you ask like that." She sniffs her response with a haunting smirk, satisfied to feel him give at her will, pleasure crossing her dark features as she turns to offer her full attention despite the chaos that swells around them. Epithet moves to close the space between them, nails carving out the soil in small terrines. Her red eyes glitter in the anticipation. "What do you have in mind? How should we pass the time?" She challenges with her eyes and the sway of her hips. She is curious as to what his motivation was. Would it be a frolicking romp? Perhaps a fight? She certainly could not see him attempting to bring her home to mama lime a dazed mouse in the mouth of a pussy cat but so far Wyrm has yet to lose her interest and so she waits, tail twitching as the red of their pelts seem to bleed under the silver gaze of the pregnant moon. Epithet
07-17-2017, 03:39 PM
when the stars threw down their spears and water'd heaven with their tears: did he smile his work to see? did he who made the Lamb make thee?
07-18-2017, 12:48 AM
The heat of his mouth and the way the curved teeth grip, pinch, release make her almost heady but the slap of his hefty paw sends her plummeting back down to the present moment. Her immortal side begs him to push further, test her strengths, make bleed, but she clamps her lips to keep the pleading from rising to the surface. She would not let him make her weak. But just as she can feel the dampness of her desire, she can see he is restraining just as well. Good. She attempts to still herself, forbidding the act, to give in under his weight and will. A red eye watches warily, hungrily. A trail of fire ignites along her hip where he touches her and she almost begs him to continue but his thick voice forces away the weakness that was growing in her will. "A bet?" The tigress is intrigued, her dark head tilting slightly. She is silently grateful to change the scenario and rewrite the dangerous interactions their bodies could ignite. He challenges her to the sea, his bulk moving away, caressing her face tenderly with his tail. Of course Epi would not allow defeat. She rises to meet his playful threat with a small laugh but it is cut short when he is suddenly turning against the silver silk of moon shine and is off to beat her to the shore's edge. "No!" The woman growls more to herself than out loud and soon pursues her devilish companion, her competitive nature exposed as she takes to the skies mid stride. Black and red pelt gives way to inky feathers and piercing eyes of the raven. She would not give easily into defeat despite the fondness she has for him. No, she will try her damnedest to beat him to the salty shore. Epithet caws to the male, smiling if ravens could and launches herself above his head in her best efforts to win but the woman knew it would only be moments before he too would change and the game would continue. Epithet oh my gosh i am so sorry about my spelling errors, i hate having to rush when i type but ship internet is poopy! thanks for dealing with me <3 |
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